Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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42 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE PLAYING ROCKING-HORSE "Now, cliU'eiis," announced Charlie, the ranch-house cook and devoted slave of Tommy, "your ma and pa left you in my care today, and me and you and the boys is going to have a party, a really truly party — a candy-pull! And the fellow what gets to the cook-house door first shall have the most candy to eat." Such a skirmish! The boys took roundabout ways, they fell over their own feet, ran into trees and did everything imaginable to impede their steps so that Tommy should get there first. Then two large pans of candy were brought out and the boys prepared to pitch in. 1 ' Let me see your hands, ' ' demanded Charlie. "Dirty, every one of 'em. Pot black ! To the pump all of you, and mind you wash Tommy's, too." Soon great spoonfuls of the yellow mixture were placed in spotless hands, and the candy-pulling began in earnest. Oh, the smell of it ! The taste of it! The stickiness of it! It had such a way of getting into hungry mouths by means of sticky fingers, such a tendency to separate into pieces which were of no use except to eat then and there, until — it was all gone and the pump was again in demand. Then Tommy wanted a ride, and whose back was better for that purpose than "Cook-house Charlie's"? Who knew the tricks of prancing and sidling and kicking as well as he, and yet who was easier to hang on to? So Charlie, who always had to 'be broken in all over again every day, capered and leaped and escaped, only to be lassoed at last and ridden all around the barn. In the midst of their capering and fun something happened. Nobody could tell how or when or wherefore. But suddenly a little hand went up to a tired little head, a pathetic cry escaped from two pale little lips, and